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I told that bitch, I told that bitch I told that bitch, I told that bitch I told that bitch, I told that bitch Yeah, this for the niggas with Benzes and the niggas without 'em Scram, ho! I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch And I don't want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho And I don't want no bitch who need that kind of nigga, scram, ho These cars don't mean shit, these hoes don't mean shit These clothes don't mean shit, these shows don't mean shit, whoaaaaa Whatchutola, what, whatchutola) (Whatchutola, what, whatchutola These cars don't mean shit, these hoes don't mean shit These clothes don't mean shit, these shows don't mean shit, whoaaaaa Whatchutola, what, whatchutola) (Whatchutola, what, whatchutola Graduated from the fabricated sabotages Conversated with a lady goin' Lambo crazy Bitch, you better cut it, shawty, I'm 'bout to cut you off Oh, you greedy in Tahiti, I just seen your flaw Aye, tell that girl you 'bout to settle, whatchu tired of? Aye, see how she react when you're no longer in your Beemer Then she find out that the Bentley wasn't really rented Can you sell a kilo? Help a nigga move a kilo Oh, you want the private jet to take a flight to Rio Can't no Maybach prevent a nigga from makin' mula Oh, you gold diggin' diggin' graveyard loser Ain't none of my cars American, King of Zamunda Let's have a heart-to-heart, drink wine, make art Backseat of the Benzo, the AMG Can you love a thug, is all make believe Pure fantasy, I see through it easily I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch And I don't want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho And I don't want no bitch who need that kind of nigga, scram, ho I told the girl I'm 'bout to sell the Porsche, I'm tired of it She go and told these folks I'm goin' broke, a smile poured From my lips, cuz if I'm broke, it's only hearted Broken records from broken English, that's all it Hol' up and if I were, why? Would you throw a party? Affection is so convenient when ballin' Correction: these hoes don't mean it when fallin' I guess that's why Lois can't be with Clark Kent Fly on a nigga back while he Superman But if I'm in a wheelchair, you still there? Stop searchin' for words, I feel stupid, man The shit is the Pittsburgh, I still care


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